His So-Called Emergency
Language: en
The day I went into labor, my mother stood outside the delivery room for thirteen hours straight. The nurse kindly offered her a chair, but she refused to sit, insisting, "If I sit, my heart won't be at peace. Standing keeps the baby moving." At four in the morning, when I was finally wheeled out of the delivery room, I saw my mother leaning against the wall. Her feet were so swollen she could barely keep her shoes on, yet she was still clutching my hospital paperwork. When she saw me, her face broke into a tremulous smile before she burst into tears. "My sweet girl, you've suffered so…